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thecapitol2015-07-19 04:17 pm
sizeofyourbaggage) wrote in thecapitol2015-07-19 04:17 pm
so i'll keep going till we've run out of road
Who| Sam Wilson and YOU (prompts for specific characters in the comments)
What| Back from the arena and fresh from a canon update, Sam’s dragging people into blind spots and trying hard not to lose it over Steve and Jet
Where| The Speakeasy, various Capitol blindspots
When| After the end of arena 14
Warnings/Notes| Discussion of death, PTSD, will update as needed
It’s likely a surprise to no one that Sam isn’t doing so great right about now. With both Steve and Jet not coming back from the arena, Kurloz stuck as an Avox, and Albert and Bucky unreachable in District 13, the number of people left that Sam’s started to think of as part of his family is… not all that high. He’s working real damn hard at not letting himself end up the way he had when he lost Riley, but there are times when it’s a close call.
Playing along with the Capitol and getting sponsorships and ad campaigns gives him something to do with his time, gets him the money he needs to survive now, and hopefully takes some suspicion off of him, that he’s willing to follow what the Capitol says - but it doesn’t exactly do a lot to take his mind of off things. And he’s got a lot of things on his mind, especially with whatever the hell this is that’d gone down between when he died in the arena and when he woke up here with an extra year or so’s worth of memories. For the most part, when he’s not working, he sticks close to what’s left of his team, because he knows it’s a bad idea to let himself be alone right now.
Still, every once in a while he can be found alone in the Speakeasy, nursing a drink and people watching.
What| Back from the arena and fresh from a canon update, Sam’s dragging people into blind spots and trying hard not to lose it over Steve and Jet
Where| The Speakeasy, various Capitol blindspots
When| After the end of arena 14
Warnings/Notes| Discussion of death, PTSD, will update as needed
It’s likely a surprise to no one that Sam isn’t doing so great right about now. With both Steve and Jet not coming back from the arena, Kurloz stuck as an Avox, and Albert and Bucky unreachable in District 13, the number of people left that Sam’s started to think of as part of his family is… not all that high. He’s working real damn hard at not letting himself end up the way he had when he lost Riley, but there are times when it’s a close call.
Playing along with the Capitol and getting sponsorships and ad campaigns gives him something to do with his time, gets him the money he needs to survive now, and hopefully takes some suspicion off of him, that he’s willing to follow what the Capitol says - but it doesn’t exactly do a lot to take his mind of off things. And he’s got a lot of things on his mind, especially with whatever the hell this is that’d gone down between when he died in the arena and when he woke up here with an extra year or so’s worth of memories. For the most part, when he’s not working, he sticks close to what’s left of his team, because he knows it’s a bad idea to let himself be alone right now.
Still, every once in a while he can be found alone in the Speakeasy, nursing a drink and people watching.
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She considers telling him to fuck off with his questions but quickly catches herself. It's an unreasonably hostile reaction, especially considering the fact that he's grieving now. He has no way of knowing how sensitive that topic is to her.
She can talk to him about it. She can share this piece to build good will. It's not as if it's not part of public record.
"I did. We were friends in District 10 since we both entered school. We met each other because two older boys were picking on me. He tried to play hero and was pounded into the dirt. I beat up the boys myself, then sat on Steve and pinched him black and blue to teach him to never try that again. The lesson didn't stick."
She can't keep her voice from getting tight and tense. That topic isn't one brought up by acquaintances very often.
"He died eight years ago."
I'm so sorry for the late here, I missed this notif
Still, Peggy's story about her version of Steve makes Sam's smile turn a little more real, at least for a moment. "Yeah, sounds like him."
He's quiet for a moment when she says that he died. It's not a surprise, from the way Peggy reacted, and he can almost hear himself in those words, the way he used to sound talking about Riley. Shit, the way he still sounds sometimes, when he's not doing it in front of a group of veterans.
There's a lot more he wants to ask, but he backs off for the moment. He's hesitant to try to make her talk about anything she doesn't want to. So instead, he does what he's used to doing - offers up a little bit of himself. He'd never ask anyone to do something he isn't willing to himself.
"They were soldiers together, the Steve from my world and our version of you. She helped whip him into shape, back when he first became a soldier." He shakes his head a little, smile going fond. "He's so much more than a soldier, but he's still the best damn leader I've ever known. I've followed him through more than one mission that should've been suicide, and I'd do it again in a heart beat. Lot of people would, back home."
And here, too, but he doesn't say that. It's the most he's comfortable saying here, but he hopes she can get the deeper meaning he's getting at there. The Tributes allied with the rebellion two leaders in that mission, that's a pretty serious hit.